Chapter 32 ：Pulling Together
In the council hall of the plains fortress, Fenrir was sitting on an extremely simple wooden bench, surrounded by people standing around him, including the young swordsman who had sneaked up on him and another young man dressed as a wizard. Fenrer hated this feeling very much, although his power was not imprisoned by these people, he thought to himself that he could not resist, such a short distance from that swordsman was enough to make himself divided before any movement occurred, he could only sit motionless, he also hated the light of this place, so bright that these people could see even a very tiny mole on his face, his hat had been removed, and he could not even move, he could not even move, and he could not move, he could not move, he could not move, he could not move, he could no
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